InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Sanctuary ❯ "Turn this Fable into Fact" ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

[~: A/N :~]

Semi: Hmm . . .

ChibiLee: Semi-sama? What is it?

Semi: -points- It’s chapter five. ^ ^;
CL: -face plants- @ . @

Semi: Let’s have a party! -throws confetti- Oh and I’d like to apologize about th previous chapter’s mix up . . . I accidently left it’s name as chapter two! Gomen! -bow-

CL: Hai hai . . . -goes back to work- It’s time for CL’s recap! In the last chapter Sesshomaru confronts Keshina! Shippo slipped off on his own and ran into a bit of trouble me’sa thinks. And what’s this? Naraku has an eye on the new hanyo and Sesshomaru’s staying by her side while Jakken runs off to get medicine from Keshina?! What’s gonna happen now?! Read and find out!–solutes-

[~: Disclaimer :~] I do not own InuYasha nor do I own Beauty and the Beast, or the song “Turn me on” . Have a nice day.
Sesshomaru frowned, looking away from the still unconscious hanyo. Where was Jakken? The demon lord sat slouched over with his head in his hands. With a small growl he straightened up and began to feel irritated. The toad was taking far too long.

A small noise that sounded suspiciously like a pained moan brought his attention back to the hanyo. She struggled to wake herself until finally she succeeded. When the hanyo opened her milky blue-white eyes, Sesshomaru felt himself stiffen. She was blind.

Suppressing another growl that threatened to escape from the back of his throat, the demon lord closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He’d deal with the humans later. He brought a hand to his temple and tried fruitlessly to make an oncoming headache to disappear. Blasted humans, more trouble then they were worth.

The sound of Sesshomaru’s kimono moving didn’t go undetected. The hanyo now stared wild eyed at the source of the sound. She may not be able to see but she could hear perfectly well. Sesshomaru caught the spike of fear in the hanyo’s scent and opened his eyes to find her staring blankly his way.

“Wh-who’s there?” She asked in a small voice, her body moving to flee. Sesshomaru thought for a moment. What was he to her and why did he care at all for a lowly hanyo? He decided that for now he’d just get her better. Later on he’d figure everything out.

“A friend.” Sesshomaru announced quietly, placing a delicate hand on her forehead. “You have a fever.” He comment emotionlessly.

“A fever?” Her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Yes, it means you are sick hanyo. Sleep and rest, you’ll feel better in the morning.” Sesshomaru removed his hand, but before it got very far the hanyo grabbed it and looked quizzically at him.

“Claws . . . you’re a demon aren’t you?” She smiled slightly before continuing. “What is your name?” It was a shy question, causing the taiyoukai to raise a delicate eyebrow at the girl.

“I’m called Sesshomaru.” He answered after a moment’s hesitation. “What is it they call you?” The frost in his voice was present but significantly less then usual.

“I do not have a name. I can only remember events from the past couple of days I believe. . .” She let go of his hand and looked blindly away to his left. Somehow he hadn’t expected that. Depression slammed itself over her scent as he pondered on her words. It displeased him somehow that the smell of plum blossoms and fresh spring rain was marred by such a sad scent. He though for a moment longer then smiled mentally. It wasn’t the best . . . but it’d do.

“Umeko.” The taiyoukai almost sounded proud of himself. When the girl looked at him blankly he nearly smiled. “That is your name. From now on you will be called Umeko.” He made sure his voice remained emotionless, but inwardly he was happy when he saw her smile for the first time.

“Arigato gozaimaste.” The newly dubbed Umeko bowed her head and laughed happily.

“Get some rest. This Sesshomaru shall watch over you tonight.” He pulled out a plain handkerchief, dipped it into the cool pond water then wrung it out and placed it on her forehead.

Umeko closed her eyes and laid back down, feeling safe for once. Sesshomaru moved to her other side to sit against a tree and wait for Jakken again. Thoughts of the fragile hanyou in front of him kept intruding on his inner musings. He was certain he had seen her before but could not as yet place her.


“So you’re telling me that Sesshomaru . . . THE Sesshomaru, went after a lowly hanyo?” Sango asked in disbelief. Keshina nodded an affirmative.

“Aye, but she is no ordinary hanyo. I have a feeling she is much more then she seems.” She replied lightly with a hint of mystery.

“I wasn’t aware there were other Inu demons around, half or other wise.” Miroku leaned on his Shakujo, looking quite puzzled himself.

“Well we obviously missed one.” Sango’s voice held a note of sarcasm that made Miroku eye her wearily.

“I think some rest is in order. We don’t want to start biting each other’s head off now do we?” He smiled slightly and looked at Keshina. “Would it be alright if we stayed for the night?”

“I do not mind.” Keshina smiled at the couple. “We can speak more in the morning.” She got up and stretched. It had been a long day, though the day before had been longer, and she suspected her two visitors were as tired as she was. Things would keep for the night.

“Come, we have an extra room in the back.” She motioned the Taijiya and Houshi to follow. They got up and joined her a moment later, each on yawning as they did.

“Thank you Lady Keshina, you are a very generous person.” Miroku thanked the priestess with a small bow. Keshina smiled back and waved it off.

“Off with ye. You two need your rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She laughed, shooing them into the room. They laughed with her while putting their hands up in mock defeat.

“Goodnight Lady Keshina.” Sango gave the elder woman an affectionate hug before slipping into the room herself. Before Miroku got any ideas, however, she pointed to the other side of the room. The Houshi sighed slightly and nodded, not feeling up to being smacked over the head again. He pulled one of the two futons as far away from the other as he could.

“It’s kinda chilly tonight isn’t it?” Sango frowned, rubbing her upper arms to warm them.

“Hai, winter is coming early it would seem.” Miroku leaned his Shakujo against the wall and settled down on his futon. Sango blinked then looked around as if searching for something. When she didn’t see what she was looking for she turned to Miroku with fear in her eyes.

“Where’s Shippo?”


The little kitsune paused in his tracks and sneezed. Well it looked like they finally noticed he was gone. Shippo looked back then turned his attention back onto the trail. He was sure he had seen it. Hadn’t he?

The forest around him was unfamiliar. The sun had gone down and now the nocturnal animals were beginning to come out to hunt. It was getting cold to. The winter chill crept over the kitsune so slowly that he hadn’t noticed until his teeth began to chatter.

Maybe going off on his own hadn’t been such a good idea after all. He hadn’t thought he could find out what it was he had seen. After all, why would Naraku be around here? If had been Naraku, shippo wanted to know what he was up to. Whatever it was it was bound to be something bad.

Shippo sighed and sat down. His stomach gave a loud rumble, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since that morning. He was tired, cold, hungry, and throughly miserable. The kitsune pup sniffled into his sleeve. He had only been trying to help, he really wanted to. Why did everything always end up so bad?

“What do I do mama?” Shippo cried quietly, looking up at the star filled sky. Could she hear him from where she was? Had she meet his father? The little kitsune hoped the answer to both questions was ‘yes’. He knew she would watch over him from where ever it was she had gone to. It made him happy to think she was.

“Well well, what do we have here? A little lost kitsune?” A silky voice chimed from up in the tress. Shippo’s eyes went wide in fright as he slowly looked up. Sitting on a tree branch above him sat a man in a white baboon pelt.

“Na-Naraku!” Shippo squeaked helplessly, backing up as he did so.

“My, it’s the miko’s little pup.” Naraku laughed in mirth. “Today must be a lucky one for me.” He jumped from the tree to land in front of the frightened kitsune. Shippo froze, unable to move from the spot where he stood trembling. So it had been Naraku after all!

“Where is the miko kitsune?” Naraku’s voice was like needle’s to Shippo’s ears. Swallowing hard the young pup looked up at the towering hanyo.

“She’s gone . . . she died a few days ago.” He answered quietly, both in fear and sadness. Naraku took an involuntary step back.

“You lie!” A tentacle came lashing out at the kitsune who barely dodged out of the way. Screaming, Shippo took off running as fast as his little legs could carry him.


Jakken slipped out of his hiding place and scurried up to the priestess’ door. Once there he looked around. Finding no one to see him he sighed in relief. He had waited for everyone to go to sleep. Especially the two ingrates who were staying with the priestess now.

He couldn’t understand why his master was helping a lowly hanyo, nor why he had been sent as a messenger slash delivery boy. Well, no doubt the Houshi and that Taijiya woman had already found out Lord Sesshomaru had been here. He just hoped they didn’t know why.

Frowning slightly, the toad demon knocked on the door and waited. When no one answered he ‘humph’ed slightly and tired again. Did all human sleep so deeply? And how dare a lowly human keep this Jakken waiting?! He began to grow impatient and knocked a little harder.

“Finally!” He growled slightly in irritation when he saw a light flicker in the window. Keshina opened the door then looked down at the little toad in bewilderment. Closing the door behind her, the priestess stepped out and looked around.

“Did he find her?” She asked, clearly worried about the hanyo.

“Hai, my master sent me to tell you so and to get medicine.” Jakken replied equally quiet for once. He didn’t want attention . . . not after what he had seen what they had done to the hanyo. He wasn’t afraid, he just didn’t feel like a confrontation when his master was waiting for him.

“Medicine? Oh no . . . She’s still sick.” Keshina frowned then looked around once more before going back inside. Jakken glared after her. Why did humans always make such a fuss.

When she returned she held a small parcel in her hands. “Be careful with this, it’s the last I have and it’s quite strong.” She warned then handed it over to him. Jakken didn’t reply. He took the parcel and left as quickly as he has came. Keshina watched him go, and send out a silent prayer for the hanyo.


“We need to find him Miroku! He’s just a pup!” Sango wrung her hands as she paced in their room. At first they had waited to see if the kitsune would turn up on his own, but he had yet to return.

Miroku watched the pacing demon hunter wearily then sighed and sat up. “Alright Sango, let’s go look for him. I doubt he got very far.” He got up an retrieved his Shakujo. Sango gave him a small smile and picked up her boomerang.
“Who knows what he’s gotten into.” She sighed worriedly and slipped her kimono off to reveal her hunter’s outfit. Miroku eyed it a moment in appreciation before turning his head hastily so she didn’t catch him looking.

“Shippo’s a smart boy, I’m sure he found some place to hide if he had.” Miroku commented quietly. Sango strapped her boomerang to her back and nodded.

“We’ll see.” She agreed hesitantly, making for the door as she spoke. No sooner had she gotten to it, however, that it opened on it’s own. Keshina appeared in the door way with two more bundles in her arms. She smiled knowingly and handed them out.

“Ye will be needing these.” Keshina looked behind her then back at them. “Come, ye will be able to leave without anyone noticing.” She smiled and lead them to the front door.

“Thank you for everything Lady Keshina.” Sango murmured, giving the priestess one more hug.

“You will forever have our gratitude.” Miroku bowed to her then proceeded Sango out the door. The two wanderers looked around then stole away into the forest in search of their lost kitsune.


Sesshomaru looked around and sighed. Perhaps he had been wrong to send Jakken on this mission after all. The demon lord frowned up at the sky. The moon would be rising soon. Though he forgot what phase it was in at the moment.

A noise from his right brought his attention back to Earth. Out of reflex his hand went to the hilt of Tenseiga. Whoever it was would be sorry for trying to sneak up on this Sesshomaru. But what came forth made him relax again. Stumbling out of the forest was none other then the toad demon Jakken.

“I’m sorry it too so long Milord! Jakken had to wait for the villagers to sleep.” Jakken explained hastily and handed him the bundle. Sesshomaru took it and nodded slightly.

“That will do.” The taiyoukai got up, moving once again to the pond’s edge. He unrolled the bundle to find a satchel of powdered herbs and a small tin cup. Without hesitating he put a quarter of the herbs into the cup then dipped it in to the clear pond water. Moving it in a careful circular motion to mix it, he walked back to the hanyo and sat down.

“Umeko.” He leaned over her and called her name quietly. For a moment she didn’t stir, his breath caught in his chest. Then her eyes fluttered opened and he sighed mentally in relief. Jakken eyed the two Inus with suspicion but kept his mouth shut. He’d have to ask later.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you feel better.” Sesshomaru helped her sit up and handed her the cup. Umeko sniffed it for a moment then took a sip. It wasn’t bad tasting at all! Infact it had a pleasant citrus taste to it.

When she finished he laid her back down and watched her fall back to sleep. It surprised him that she was so trusting. But then again he knew he was the only one besides the miko who had shown her any kindness. Kindness? Was he getting soft? Sesshomaru scuffed at the thought. It was only because she was a fellow Inu demon, like himself, and needed help. It didn’t matter if she was only half.

“It’s a full moon.” Jakken commented off-handedly, looking up at the rising full moon. Sesshomaru looked up at it and blinked It was a full moon. It’s light filled the clearing, bathing them in near daylight brightness. The stars seemed to grow brighter and twinkled off the pond’s still surface. Almost magical was what he would of called the moment.

When he looked back down at the hanyo, he was almost surprised to see she had changed. Her hair was now as black as a raven’s wing and her dog ears were gone. She was human. What did surprise him was that she looked even more familiar now. So familiar, in fact, that he could even place her name.

“How . . .” Sesshomaru stared at the girl, dumbfounded as to an explanation to all this. She had no memories, he knew that for certain. Otherwise she would of gotten as far away from him as possible as soon as she had heard his name. Jakken, however, didn’t seem to notice any similarities. Perhaps even her friends would not recognize her. He frowned at that.

For some unknown reason he wanted to keep her to himself. He growled and shook that thought from his head. The Taiyoukai of the West did not need a human or a hanyou. Despite himself his face softened. No, he didn’t need a hanyo as a companion, but for the first time in his life he found he actually wanted something with all his heart. She was a female Inu . . . possibly one of the only ones at that.

Yes, he had wanted Tetseiga and to be rid of his idiotically immature brother. But, this girl was different. He didn’t know the circumstances of which she was now the way she was, but she wasn’t the same as before. Now she was something else, fresh and new like her new name. Yes, Umeko suited her new self very well. He hadn’t realized it had till now.

Sesshomaru wasn’t sure what to think anymore. This girl had been someone important to many people. He had no claim to her and he would definitely never force her into anything. They had only just met again and he hardly knew anything about her. Though, now that she was a hanyo he suddenly wanted to know everything about her. But could such a creature as herself ever see him in that kind of light? Maybe . . . and maybe not. Sighing quietly, Sesshomaru pulled the blanket the herbs and cup had been sent in over the girl.

“Goodnight . . . my Umeko.” He kissed her brow, surprising himself. Stunned at his own actions he stood up and turned to leave.

Umeko woke at the sound of his kimono moving. “Are you leaving?”

“I need to think alone.” He didn’t turn to her, but stepped into the forest. “I will return in a while.” He finished as he vanished. Jakken followed discreetly behind his master, knowing something wasn’t quite right. Sesshomaru tried to force himself to believe that he didn’t need anyone . . . never had and never would. But it was in vein.


[~End of Chapter:~]

Semi: That’s it folks! Now we know how Sesshomaru feels. Poor Sessho seems mighty confused ne?

CL: You’re mean Semi-sama.

Semi: -grins- I know, more fun next time! -waves-


[~: Teasers for the next chapter:~]

Umeko finds Shippo in bad shape . . . can she help him? Miroku and gang find Umeko’s hiding place, and Shippo to! Also, Sesshomaru goes back to the pond. What?! Sango attacks Sessho to protect Umeko? It’s a reality check next time on FS!

Chapter Six: “Long before I knew your name . . .”